The road lining the seashore lays empty, its grey asphalt stretching infinitely into the distance. A lone wayward vehicle appears from time to time and disappears leaving behind a trail of dust. It has been thirty eight days of this new routine, a routine previously unheard and unseen of.
Mingling crowds are no longer visible; the hawkers by the shore no longer peddling their wares. The only sounds that interrupt the silence are those of the waves crashing on the rocks, a rhythmic melody.
Free from the desecration of their habitat, dolphins swim playfully and courageously closer to the shore.